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PollyLaVie -> Slave For a Day (12/25/2013 4:27:22 PM)
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Slave for a Day
Officially I was staying over at a friend’s house, but if my friends knew what I was really going to do they would probably call for the ‘men in white coats’ to take me away! Most didn’t know of my secret sub life or my wonderful Master. I saw Him when I could but it wasn’t often enough. It was only ever for a few short hours too which was unsatisfactory for us both. That was about to change.
Two days ago I received a text to tell me (not ask me of course) that I would be staying away from home overnight on the 10th June. I was required to make my way to Birmingham New Street by 10am and I would be returned there approximately 8pm the following day. The intervening 34 hours would see me as Master’s willing slave. I was instructed to wear my ¼ cup bra and plunge top to be able to show train passengers an eyeful of my tits. I wore my boot style heels with platform and 5” heel and black knee length skirt. At my age I don’t wear miniskirts unless I am at a swingers’ club or private party! As normal, I was not to wear knickers. They are an item that seldom sees light of day any more.
So at 9.27am on 10th June I found myself standing on platform 4 of Coventry train station, waiting for the train that would take me to Birmingham and then who knows where from there. I was very nervous, a little scared to be honest, but excited too. I had only ever had short sessions with Master and the thought of so many hours with him, being able to serve him without watching the clock, was thrilling. I had just come out from the loo a few minutes before because my daydreams had made me rather wet! I had to try to calm down a bit or I would be leaving damp patches on the train seat! As the train pulled in I found that my stomach was doing flips and my mouth had gone dry. The man standing next to me on the platform was obviously looking at my cleavage so I drew a deep breath and stretched my shoulders back as if to say “it’s ok, look at my tits”. He didn’t even take his eyes off me, the lecherous sod.
I climbed aboard the train and he was right behind me. I had to stretch up to get my overnight bag into the luggage rack and the man, who was about 45ish I would have said with slightly greying thick hair, reached up from behind me and helped to get it in the overhead rack. He pushed right up against me to do so but I was feeling so naughty that I didn’t even mind. I thanked him and sat down. Of course he sat next to me, wasn’t that inevitable? He introduced himself as Chris and was very flirtatious on the 15 minute hop to Birmingham. I won’t say I wasn’t enjoying it because I was. The attention was great and it all added to the sexual tension I was feeling anyway.
He had asked if I was staying in Birmingham and I had been honest when I said I didn’t know where I would be staying. That would be down to my Master and the thought that I had no idea where I would be thrilled me and I could feel my clit starting to throb. As the train pulled in I got my bag and as I stepped off the train I found I was shaking. I wondered where I was supposed to go from here so I sent Master a text to say I’d arrived. He replied almost instantly and told me to leave the station via the main exit and wait for his instructions. As I stepped out into the bright sunshine my phone pinged again. I can remember thinking that He hadn’t given me much time to get out. I read the text and started walking as per my instructions. I was led a merry chase through the streets until I reached the entrance to a car park. I had no idea where in Birmingham I was because I only ever stopped there to change trains normally. The last text had instructed me to face away from the lift and not to turn around. I heard the lift come down and open, then close and go again. Had nobody come down in it? I desperately wanted to turn and look but I had been told not to so I didn’t. I strained to hear but I couldn’t hear footsteps or breathing. I jumped when Master’s voice came from just behind my head “well done bitch, I wasn’t sure if you would turn or whether you would obey my instructions, it’s a good start”
It was an easy instruction to obey but I suppose some subs would still look. It’s an automatic reaction to hearing a sound and I had to fight the urge to turn, it’s true. My need to obey was stronger though and that’s what I did. Master spoke again
“Do you have your collar?”
“Yes Master, in my handbag”
“Get it out bitch”
“Yes Master” and I reached into my handbag and pulled my collar from its protective purple bag. I went to turn to give it to Master and was stopped after only a moment by his voice filled with irritation,
“I didn’t say you could turn yet did I cunt?”
“No Master, you didn’t, I’m so sorry” and I turned back to face away from him again.
“On your knees cunt, I know it hurts but it will only be a short time”
I reluctantly knelt down and the hard tarmac sent pain through my knees immediately. For a moment I wondered if anyone was around and felt a fleeting embarrassment. I couldn’t see anyone so felt slightly relieved. Why did Master want me on my knees? I soon found out.
“Pass me your collar over your shoulder bitch” and so I did. He took it and placed it round my neck. Was I supposed to wear this in public? Surely not. My shoulders tensed and I knew I was out of my comfort zone.
“Relax girl, it’s only a collar”
His change of names for me always left me feeling confused and I guess that’s a form of control as much as any. He finished doing it up and told me to stand. It had only been a few minutes but the hard surface had already taken its toll on my knees as I discovered when I tried to stand. I struggled and was surprised to find Master’s strong hands helping me. I thanked Him and He pointed out that I would be no good if my knees wouldn’t hold me at all. As long as I could keep them off hard surfaces I should be alright.
“Put your hands behind your back bitch” He commanded, and so I did. He slipped a cord loop over first one and then the other but didn’t make them too tight. I was very confused until he explained why.
“These have a slip knot fastening cunt, if you fight against them they will get tighter. If you try to slip out of them they will also tighten. So you just have to relax and not struggle at all. Do you understand me cunt?”
“Yes Master, I understand”
“Good, because you will lose feeling in your hands until they start hurting if you struggle at all, and I will not release you for the next 30 minutes. I do hope you understand that fully bitch”
“Yes Master, I do understand” but I was a little concerned as to why I had to understand it so well.
“Follow me”
It was a simple instruction, just two words, but by obeying them I knew I was giving myself to Master. This was probably the only chance I would get to back out but if I did I would probably lose Him forever. That wasn’t a thought I relished at all so silently I followed Him to his car. I was so worried someone might see me, bound as I was, but no one else appeared at all. Master opened the car door for me and helped me in. With my hands bound behind my back it wasn’t easy. He reached across me and clicked the seatbelt in place. It was really uncomfortable having my hands behind me but I knew better than to wriggle around. Master had already warned me quite clearly what would happen if I did. As He moved back out of the car He stopped next to my ear and whispered gently “Until 8pm tomorrow night you are my slave. Do you accept that freely cunt?”
“Yes Master, I do accept that freely” and I meant it even though my voice had a tremble in it and I could feel the palms of my hands sweating slightly.
“Good cunt. I am going to enjoy the next day and a half. So will you if you are obedient and willing. If you disobey or displease me then you will not enjoy it. Reward will have to be earned and punishment will be swift should you incur it. This is your last chance to change your mind. Think hard for a few minutes. Should you commit to this then you will have no privacy unless I say so, you will be no more than an object to me and I will use you as I see fit. I will not accept refusal without extremely good cause and bad manners and deliberate disobedience will be dealt with harshly and immediately. I will give you two minutes to think, and if you give me your safe word I will untie you and take you back to the station. Your training will continue until you are worthy of my attention in this manner.”
I looked deep inside myself to see if I had the courage to go through with this. If I accepted a slave contract, albeit temporary, I would be giving up all rights and my body, mind and maybe even my soul would belong to Master for the duration. While I thought, Master walked round and got into the driver’s seat. He sat in silence looking straight ahead which I found quite disquieting. He didn’t speak, or look at me. My mind turned somersaults grasping at every angle of the question. This was such a big step, was I ready to take it? It was only 34 hours in total, surely I could manage that? All I had to do was obey Master without question. How hard could it be? I drew a deep breath and slowly let it out, and spoke clearly but quietly,
“I am ready to answer Master”
He turned and took my face in his hand, holding my head so that He could see my eyes. He told me to look Him in the eye and not to break eye contact even for a moment. It was always unnerving to look into Master’s eyes and I was only that lucky on rare occasions when he wanted to see mine. I felt totally mesmerised and hardly even blinked as he held my gaze.
“So tell me bitch, knowing you have the choice right now, without any fear of being punished, do you agree to be my slave for the agreed time? I want to hear either your safe word or your agreement. Speak now”
“I willingly agree to be your slave for the agreed time Master”
A small grin played over the corners of His mouth as He looked into my eyes to make sure I was genuine and found that I was.
“I have to ask you a few questions girl and they will form the basis for our verbal contract. You will keep eye contact so that I can read your face at the same time. Do you understand fully girl?”
“Yes Master”
“Do you agree to give up all power to me and trust that I will protect you?”
“Yes Master, I agree”
“And do you agree to obey me without question and trust that I will not ask anything of you that is dangerous or would threaten your health or your safety?”
“Yes Master”
“And do you accept that I will respect your hard limits as already discussed? And also that your orange safeword will create a pause that will allow discussion of what is worrying you enough to use it. And finally that your red safeword will bring a total end to the contract and I will return you to the station”
“Yes Master, I understand all that”
He looked deeply into my eyes, searing into my very soul, searching for any little thing that may be false but there was nothing there. I was already devoted to Him and this was just the next logical step. He seemed pleased with whatever He saw and let go of my face.
“You will lower your eyes now slave. You will not attempt to look me in the eyes unless directed to. You will obey me without question and I do not expect or accept any excuses or failures. Do you understand me?”
“Yes Master, I do understand you”
“In that case I accept you as my willing slave for the agreed time and you will obey or be punished”
“Thank you Master” and as he put His seatbelt on my stomach flipped. I had made my choice and that would be my last choice until the following evening. I felt both excited and sick at the same time. I knew it would be a huge leap for me but I had willingly agreed to it so this was it. Master started the engine and reached across and pulled my skirt up until my cunt was showing. This always freaked me out and Master must have seen it on my face.
“Do you have a problem cunt?”
“No Master, I do not” I said, even though I was way outside my comfort zone. I pulled my legs together without even thinking and immediately received a slap on my thigh. It was hard enough to make me jump and open them again. And so Master pulled away from the car park onto the streets of Birmingham. It was quite busy for late morning and as we headed into heavier traffic I tensed up. That resulted in my wrist restraints tightening and I was quickly reminded of Master’s warning about moving, so I tried my best to relax.
We pulled up in some heavy traffic and I became very aware that I could be seen by anyone in a van or truck. I pointed that out to Master and He asked me if I was questioning His authority. I quickly assured Him that I wasn’t and realised with burning face that my obedience and acceptance of giving all my power over to Him had already begun. Master lowered the window on my side just a little so that I would hear any reactions that were loud enough. I was cringing with the embarrassment I felt but I agreed to this so I kept my head forward and my legs open. As the traffic started to thin out I felt an inward sigh of relief as it looked like I was going to avoid being seen. I spoke too soon.
At the next set of traffic lights, a truck pulled up beside us with three lads in it, probably no more than 26 or 27 years old. The driver looked down and did a double take. As it was warm he had his window down and I heard him tell his cab mates “fucking hell, there’s a woman here showing off her fanny in the car!”
They were obviously trying to peer across while we were at the lights and Master reached across and lifted my skirt a little more so they could see it better. There were a few lewd comments and as we pulled away I felt a single tear run down my face. This was so humiliating but I was the property of Master now and if He chose to show me like that, it was his choice. Eventually we were out on the open road and heading cross country to who knows where. Master reached across and pulled hard on my right nipple and as I arched my back a little to make it less painful, the ties on my wrists tightened a little, just enough to be uncomfortable. I forced myself to relax and not react to the pain as best I could. Master gave a playful slap on my tit and laughed.
“Much better cunt!”
It was going to be a long couple of days, I knew that for sure. As we drove further into the countryside I started to relax. The wrist ties were really too tight for comfort now and as we drove along I started to take myself to a different place in my head. I would need that skill a lot in the hours to come. Within another 15 minutes Master pulled off the main road and drove quite some distance up a dirt road. The bumps and dips made my restraints even tighter but after just a few minutes Master stopped the car in front of an old farmer’s cottage.
“This will be where you will serve me slave, and obey me without question”
“Yes Master” was all I could say. He came round and opened the door, reached across and undid my seatbelt, and pulled me firmly out of the car. He slipped a leash on my collar and started to lead me towards the house.
“You will not speak unless spoken to or if you have to ask permission for something. Do I make myself clear cunt?”
“Yes Master, you do”
“Good, now come this way. I require a bath running and a coffee. You will see to both”
“Yes Master” and I kept up with Him so that I didn’t fall. What lay in store for me? I was soon to find out.
It was such a bright and sunny day that as I was led inside the cottage I could hardly see anything. It seemed quite dark until my eyes adjusted. I blinked a few times to try to see through the crepuscular light, and slowly it cleared to show me a quaint montage of old fashioned chairs and accessories, even a companion set on the side of the hearth. It was such a pretty cottage and it distracted me from my purpose of being there for a moment. Master’s hands on my bindings brought me back down to earth very quickly, and as he removed them I felt the blood rush back into my hands, causing the tingling prickle of pins and needles which turned rapidly into a stinging as the intensity increased. Master spoke,
“Get me a coffee, quickly”
As he sat down on one of the beautiful winged chairs, which conveyed an almost throne-like impression, I realised that I would have to find the kitchen myself. I acknowledged Master’s instruction and scurried off as quickly as I could. I was fortunate in finding the kitchen almost at once. It was a beautiful kitchen, full of atmosphere and old fashioned implements. There was no electric kettle that I could see but I did find an old fashioned whistling kettle, the sort you have to put on the hob and heat up on the flames. I inspected it and found it was clean and usable, so I rinsed it under the tap, filled it enough for a coffee and put it on the hob. My next challenge was to light it and in the end it was a box of matches that came to my rescue. Once I had made the coffee I took it to Master with some alacrity as I didn’t want to upset him right at the start. I didn’t think it would be a wise idea!
“Thank you girl, you almost took too long but since it was your first time in a new place I will forgive you. Next time you will be quicker though!”
“Yes Master, I will”
“The bathroom is on this downstairs level just beyond the kitchen. Run me a bath that is warm enough to be relaxing but not hot enough to be uncomfortable. Do you understand cunt?”
“Yes Master, I think I do”
“You THINK? You had better be sure bitch!”
“Yes Master, I do understand, I apologise for my error”
“Go run it now cunt, I will need it in 15 minutes” and with that he turned his attention to his coffee. He seemed pleased with it at least which was a good thing. I rushed away towards the kitchen once more, hoping that it would be an easier task than the coffee. Luckily for me it was as there were already fresh towels waiting. There was a lovely roll top bath in the centre of the capacious room and I ran the bath fairly quickly.
There were sponges and body washes on the nearby shelf and as I inspected them I realised that the owner of the cottage must have been given explicit instructions as to what had to be available. It had been the same with the kitchen. I heard Master’s footsteps coming across the slate tiles in the kitchen. What would be the most appropriate way to be when He came in? I noticed a firm looking cushion next to the freestanding wooden shelves and so I grabbed it quickly. I just about threw it on the floor as Master’s steps were almost across the kitchen, and I knelt down with knees apart and hands behind my back and waited.
“Mmmmmm now that’s a sight I want to see more of. Who taught you to do that cunt? Tell me”
“In a way Master it was you”
“Explain cunt! I have never asked you to present yourself like this before”
“You told me how much it pleased you when a former sub did though Master. I was hoping this would please you to find me like this”
“Yes it does. I want to see it happen more often, knees allowing” and Master put His hand on the side of my head in a moment of tenderness. I leaned in towards it like a cat and I would have indeed purred had it been possible. He moved His hand away and spoke in a cool even tone,
“There is one problem though girl, you are overdressed”
I hadn’t even considered how I looked. I was far too engrossed in ensuring that Master had everything He wanted. I blushed deeply as I realised I should have removed my outer clothing already. I hoped that it wouldn’t bring about a punishment and luckily it didn’t. Master told me there was a small closet at the far end of the bathroom and I was to remove my skirt, top and shoes and place them in there, ready for the journey back. I was to keep my stockings and ¼ cup bra on though. I complied immediately and then returned to the cushion to take the submissive stance once again. My cunt was clearly on show now, as were my tits. Somehow though, it felt right. I lowered my eyes so that I was looking on the floor just in front of me. Although I could only see Master’s feet I knew he was getting undressed. As His clothes came off He handed them to me, telling me to hang His suit up and put His underwear in the laundry hamper.
Master was just too comfortable here. How often did He come here? Was this His cottage? How did He know it so intimately? I had so many questions running round my head that I had allowed my thoughts to drift off and I suddenly realised that Master was talking to me.
“Answer me cunt! Did you hear what I said?”
“I’m so sorry Master, I was thinking about the cottage and was not listening properly, I apologise” and I started trembling as I returned to the cushion having carried out Master’s instructions. There was a long pause and I felt almost sick.
“Stand up cunt, NOW!”
I stood up quickly and kept my gaze fixed firmly on the floor, wishing it would open up and swallow me.
“Hands on the bath bitch, do it quickly”
I didn’t waste even a second complying and Master’s next instruction was just as clear.
“Stick your ass out as far as you can cunt!”
As I obeyed I felt a salty apology escape my eye, splashing into the bath water. Master had gone to the shelf and come back again. I really wished I knew what was happening. I let out a loud cry as something hard connected with my soft flesh. Again on my other cheek and it made me cry out again. It sounded like wood but I couldn’t be sure.
“Now turn around and get on your knees again you useless slave”
The insult almost hurt more than the spanking and I turned, keeping my gaze downwards. Master told me to look straight ahead and as I did I was faced with His cock, rigid in front of me. Just above His gorgeous cock he held an old fashioned wooden hairbrush. No wonder it had hurt. He instructed me to open my mouth and I complied. He grabbed me by the back of my hair and pulled my face onto Him and pushed His cock deep inside my mouth until I couldn’t help but choke. He took it out and slapped me hard across the face.
“What have I told you slave? No gagging or choking! When are you going to learn?”
He grabbed me again and pushed His cock deep into my mouth but as hard as I tried I couldn’t help but gag. Again he slapped my face and again pushed deep into my mouth. I tried so hard not to gag and I thought I had managed it when Master stopped pushing. It was so difficult but I knew I had to do it. Then he made His cock twitch slightly in my mouth and it triggered the gag reflex once more. I was mortified and as Master pulled His cock out of my mouth and grabbed the leash that was still attached to my collar. He more or less dragged me to the bath and had me stand with my hands on it again. Once more I felt the hairbrush on first one cheek then the other. It was harder than before and I cried out loudly.
“You will learn to take my cock in your mouth without gagging slave, or you will feel the pain of failure again. Do you understand me?”
“Yes Master” I blurted out, all too aware of what failure would mean. I dearly wished that I had my throat numbing spray to hand. It was almost as if Master read my mind as He asked if there was anything that would help me to obey. I told him about the spray and he instructed me to fetch it. I almost ran to find my handbag and brought it back with me. It only took a moment to find it and Master instructed me to use it at once. I obeyed and within seconds I felt my throat numbing. It wasn’t a very pleasant sensation if I’m honest but it would hopefully allow me to overcome my natural instincts and obey Master as I so wanted to.
I put it to one side and retook my position on the cushion. Master grabbed me by my hair and instructed me to open my mouth wide. He put His cock in just a little way to start this time and held it pressing down on my tongue.
“Play with it with your tongue slave, make me believe that you really want it in your mouth”
I ran my tongue over it as best I could and suddenly realised I was making little contented noises.
“You’re such a cock slut aren’t you?”
“Yes Master” I answered, my reply somewhat muffled as I spoke with His cock filling my mouth. He held my head and pushed His cock deeper and this time I didn’t gag or choke. He stood there, slowly moving in and out of my mouth, building up a rhythm and I soon realised that He intended to fuck my mouth until He came. I felt a panic rise up and He must have felt me go tense.
“Relax slave, I want you to swallow my cum so you will. You have tasted it before so you know it tastes good. Now relax”
It was easier said than done but I concentrated hard on my breathing as Master began to pump harder and faster. His breathing became ragged and He was holding my head so tight. His thrusts became a little erratic and suddenly my mouth was filled with hot cum, and I knew that if I could just hold it in my mouth I could let it dribble out in a minute. Out of the blue Master grabbed my nose, pinching it shut. Either I swallowed to let me breathe through my mouth or I would run out of air. I had no choice, and it became the stuff of nightmares for a moment. I started swallowing and managed to gulp a lungful of air before more hot cum spurted onto my tongue. I greedily licked and sucked Master’s cock and thanked him over and over. He let go of my nose and allowed me the freedom of movement I needed to lick his cock clean.
“Good cunt. Did you enjoy that?”
“Yes Master, thank you Master” and as He pulled away from me I saw that His cock was temporarily drained.
“Now check my bath water cunt. Make sure it’s right for me”
It had cooled a little so I added some more hot water until I felt it was as Master would like it. He dipped his hand in and approved. As He lowered Himself into the water He instructed me to kneel on the cushion a short distance from the bath so that He could see me.
“Legs wider cunt, now play with yourself but DO NOT cum”
“Yes Master” and so I started slowly rubbing my clit and dipping my fingers in and out of my already dripping cunt. I started to lose myself in the pleasure and started rocking back and forth and groaning. I was brought back into sharp focus by Master’s voice
“You’d better not be coming cunt!”
“I’m not Master, I’m still quite a way off”
“Take the rest of your clothes off, and your leash, but leave your collar on like the bitch you are”
“Yes Master, all except my collar” I felt a bit self-conscious all of a sudden but knew it was not worth stressing over. Master would have me naked so that is what I would be, simple as that. I removed my clothes quickly and placed them in the closet with the rest of them. I doubted I would need them before I went home again. I retook my position on the cushion and Master instructed me to continue playing with myself which I did. After a while I felt myself getting close so I asked Master “Please may I cum Master, please. I’m so close”
“No you may not”
I didn’t know how long I could hold off for so I slowed right down to make it easier. Master noticed and told me to go over to him which I did.
“Can you see the blue box next to the sink cunt?”
“Yes Master, I see it”
“Fetch it here”
“Yes Master” and I picked it up and took it to Him. He told me to place it next to the bath which I did then stood with my hands behind my back waiting for Him to give me my next instruction. It didn’t take long before He instructed me to wash and massage His back which I did willingly. To me, this was what being a slave was all about, not just the bdsm stuff. I heard a couple of murmurs of approval as I squeezed and massaged His shoulder muscles. They were quite tense and so I worked on them for quite a long time. In fact my own muscles were starting to ache quite a lot when he reached backward over his shoulder and grabbed my hand, leading me round to the side of the bath.
“Stand straight, legs as wide as you can slut” It was a relief to be able to rest my shoulders for a minute. Master pushed His fingers into my cunt and they slipped in easily.
“Slut!"You are soaking wet already”
“Yes Master” and I gave an embarrassed little giggle. He worked three fingers in and out of my cunt and I found my balance hard to hold. I started sliding a bit and I really thought I was going to fall over.
“Come here bitch, it’s a big bath, come stand in it” He was right, it was a big bath so I went to get in it, “face away from me my horny little cunt” so I stood with my feet either side of Master’s legs, with my back to him. Now kneel with your legs either side of mine and hold the edge of the bath. Do you understand cunt?”
“Yes Master, I understand” so I knelt astride Master’s legs and there was still lots of room. The bath was extremely wide and you could almost have sat two people next to each other in it. I held the front part of the bath and suddenly Master pushed my legs apart even further by opening His legs.
“Stick your ass out bitch; I want to see both your holes!”
“Yes Master” and so I hollowed out my back a little, forcing my ass to stick up more. This wasn’t the most comfortable position and I felt so open and exposed like it.
“Mmmmmm that’s better cunt, now keep still and do NOT cum, do you understand?”
“Yes Master” but I trembled inside as Master had full control of my body at this point. First thing I felt was a hard slap across one cheek, followed quickly by another on the other cheek. They did sting but in a good way, or was I just becoming immune? I hardly cried out at all, more a little yelp, and I didn’t move. It was very hard to move in that position anyway. Master did several more spanks on me and commented that my cheeks were lovely and rosy already. He reached down to the blue box and I heard a little squeak of the hinge as He opened it. I was so curious but didn’t dare look round. Next thing I knew Master was once again probing me with His fingers. This time it wasn’t just my cunt that got His attention. I felt his finger push deep into my ass, then two fingers as he moved them in and out. Because I had douched not long before, I was able to relax knowing I was as clean as I could be. Mind you, had I objected there wasn’t a lot I could have done. Master had my knees pinned to the edge of the bath with his legs and I could not move. I kept wondering what was in the blue box but I was about to find out. Master reached round me to show me a big flesh coloured dildo. It had to be 2” across and I immediately thought that there was no way that was going to fit in my cunt. It was just too big. I voiced my objection.
“Please Master, that is too big for me, it won’t fit”
“Did I ask you for your opinion slave?”
“No Master, but…”
“No buts cunt! Shut your fucking mouth until I tell you that you can open it!”
“Yes Master, I’m sorry Master” and I knew I had done wrong. Although I couldn’t see Master I could feel him moving as he stretched out to near the bath. Oh please, not the brush again. However, the brush was exactly what I got and each cheek got 5 spanks each. They were meant to hurt too and they did. As is appropriate I thanked Master for each one, but a few tears escaped my eyes. At least he couldn’t see them.
“Now slave, and remember that you are my slave, are you going to be quiet and trust me?”
“Yes Master, I will be quiet and trust you”
“Good, it will save you a lot of pain in the long run. Now stick that ass out and keep still”
There was a small table to the right of the bath and it sounded like Master put the dildo on it. He pushed two fingers inside my cunt, then three. When He put four in and started pushing in and out it started hurting and I couldn’t help myself. I cried out and immediately got a slap on my ass.
“I told you to keep quiet cunt!”
“Yes Master” I took a few deep breaths and relaxed my body as much as I could. It became easier with each passing minute and I could feel myself opening up more and more. It no longer hurt and the pleasure was becoming unbelievable. I was so lucky to be owned by such a generous Master. I could feel quite a lot of pressure but it wasn’t painful until Master pushed hard. The pain only lasted a second or two and was replaced with a new sensation. Master’s fingers had found a part of me that had never been explored properly. I didn’t realise his fingers were so long. Then he spoke
“I told you I would fist you one day cunt. You know I have my whole hand inside you, don’t you?”
“I didn’t realise Master, it feels very good”
“This is just the start slave, I am going to fist your cunt until you beg for mercy, then I am going to fist your ass. You will remain trapped in the bath by my legs until I decide I have finished playing with you. Do I make myself clear cunt?”
“Yes Master you do”
He pulled his hand out all the way then pushed it back in, then did it again and again. There was no more pain, only pleasure and I found myself lost in it. Master stimulated my g spot until I thought I was going to burst and then Master held still to let me relax. I so wanted to cum but I hadn’t been given permission to. He slid his hand out and reached to the side table and picked up the dildo. It went straight in with no trouble at all. Master worked it in and out a few times but it wasn’t as good as his hand and I felt a little disappointed. Then he pulled it out completely and said
“Now you have to relax my little anal slut. I haven’t finished with you yet”
“Yes Master” I replied with a slurred voice. I was starting to slip into subspace and it felt wonderful. I was about as compliant as I could be. Master could have done almost anything to me. He nudged the dildo against my puckered little hole and found it relaxed almost as soon as he did.
“Mmmmmmm you want this don’t you slut?”
“Yes Master” I sounded almost drunk!
Master pushed gently with the big dildo, which was covered in my own juices and slowly my ass accepted the dildo. I gasped a couple of times but Master didn’t admonish me for it. He just kept pushing gently but firmly, moving in and out a little, but pushing further in with each movement until I had taken about 8” of thick dildo in my ass. I pushed back a little on the dildo, taking another inch of it. Master murmured his approval “Mmmmmm you really want this don’t you slut?”
“Yes Master” I replied with words that were wrapped in cotton wadding. My tongue refused to work properly as Master pushed the dildo in and out of my ass. I was being dildo fucked good and hard and I loved it! I knew I was becoming vocal but I couldn’t stop myself. I was so high and every sensation was being controlled by Master as I knelt wedged in the bath. I knew I was close to coming so I asked Him “Please Master, please let me cum”
“Not yet bitch, hold back just a little more”
“Yesssss Master” I cried loudly as I was holding on so hard. I didn’t know if I could hold on at all so I tried to think of things that stopped it, like cold rain and howling wind. I found myself on a sensation plateau, mouth full of that sweet taste that being on the edge of orgasm brings. Then I realised that Master was talking to me again
“Can you hear me cunt?”
“Yes Master, I can hear you”
“Are you ready to cum now?”
“Yes Master, I am so ready to cum!”
“Then cum girl, cum like never before!”
With that he brought the hairbrush down on my ass while he pushed the dildo in and out of my hole. It sent electricity through me and there was no pain.
“Thank you Master, may I have more?”
The hairbrush came down again and my body pushed above the plateau. I asked for more and Master brought the brush down again, stinging as it hit my skin. My body exploded into glorious orgasm and I felt my own cum dribbling down my legs. I must have squirted! My body shook with the intensity of it all as I slumped against the end of the bath. All I wanted to do was be able to lie down but Master had not finished with me yet.
He removed the dildo, admiring how my ass was gaping. It was not enough yet though and he dropped the dildo over the side of the bath into a bucket (was that there before? It must have been. Master was amazingly prepared) and started stroking my ass cheeks with his hand. He pushed three fingers in immediately and I was surprised that I could hardly feel them. Then a fourth finger and he began to stretch my hole, giving me some discomfort and a feeling of pressure, but it didn’t hurt as such. Then he pushed his thumb in too and began to move his hand in and out gently. As he pushed up to the widest part of his hand I pulled away a little because it hurt.
“Keep still cunt!”
“Yes Master” I cried out as the pain and pressure increased. I began to count my breathing, seven seconds in, seven seconds out. I felt my body relax a little and Master was happy with me
“Good bitch, that’s it. You’re nearly there now, keep going”
My head was swirling and I lost all track of time and suddenly the stretching pain stopped and for a moment I thought Master had taken his hand away. Then I realised that my hole was hugging his wrist and that his hand was inside me. He slowly pulled it back out past the widest point of his hand, then back in again but it didn’t hurt as much. He did that several times slowly then with his hand inside me he started moving it in short rapid movements. The sensation was almost more than my body could take but I wanted it so much. Suddenly Master stopped moving and I realised that I had tensed my whole body up.
“Relax my beautiful cunt. I told you I would fist both your cunt and ass didn’t I?”
“Yes Master”
“Mmmmmm maybe I should do them both at once?”
“Please Master, please don’t do that. I don’t think I could take that” I pleaded.
“You’re not here to think slut! Do as you’re told!”
With that he took his left hand and started pushing it into my cunt. It went in surprisingly easily and he began to push both hands in alternating movements so that every movement had one or other pushing in. Time and space meant nothing anymore as I was held in the bath having both holes used together. Master changed rhythm so that both hands were going in at the same time and my body suddenly rushed upwards and I almost screamed out
“Master, please let me cum, I need to cum, I can’t hold back”
“Yes cunt, cum now, cum hard for me”
I didn’t need to be told twice as I let go completely and my body jerked and bucked in uncontrolled orgasmic pleasure. Master kept his hand in my ass but pulled the other one from my cunt.
“Mmmmmm you certainly squirted there bitch. It’s all down my arm. Well done”
“Thank you Master” I answered weakly, drained for the moment. I clung on to the end of the bath, knees shaking and body trembling all over. Master drew his hand from my ass slowly and murmured
“Mmmmmm what a lovely gaping ass. I knew you could do it girl”
“Thank you Master” I was almost incoherent.
“Now get out of the bath cunt”
I could hardly manage to move but somehow I achieved it. I stood next to the bath, hands behind my back, legs apart, my lower half dripping with a combination of water and my own cum. I waited for instruction. I noticed Master peeling off a pair of tight fitting surgical gloves. I hadn’t realised that he had put them on.
“Finish bathing me slave, then dry me”
“Yes Master” and so I spent the next 15 minutes washing Master’s body all over, making very sure that his cock and ass were lovely and clean. He seemed to enjoy my attention and I certainly enjoyed doing it. When he stood up to get out of the bath I found myself level with his cock. I just couldn’t resist and slipped my mouth over the end of it. I soon found out that it was the wrong thing to do!
Master grabbed my hair and pulled my head backwards.
“What the fucking hell do you think you’re doing cunt?”
“I…I…I’m sorry Master. I thought that’s what you wanted”
“Did I tell you that’s what I wanted, you useless fucking slave?”
“No Master, I’m really sorry Master” I trembled from head to foot, wondering how I could have been so stupid.
“I told you before cunt, you are not here to think. Is that clear?”
“Yes Master”
He kept a tight grip on my hair and kept my head at his waist level as he pulled me across the bathroom a few feet. He pushed my face into a pile of towels before almost growling his words at me,
“I told you to dry me cunt, so do it”
I grabbed a nice big towel and started drying Master off, making sure that I didn’t do anything that could be misconstrued as disobedience. Once dry, He went to another cupboard in the bathroom (the bathroom must have been 12’x10’ at least) and took out fresh clothes for himself. He slipped on fresh underwear and a pair of crisply ironed beige chinos and a maroon tee shirt. Surely this place was His, why else would he have such intimate knowledge of the place and have all the things He liked ready and waiting? I tried not to dwell on it as I stood there, legs apart, hands behind my back. When He was quite happy with His attire, Master instructed me to bathe in the same water as He had used. It was really rather cool but I didn’t dare ask if I could add more hot water. I would likely have ended up with a freezing cold bath for asking, so I got into it and washed my body all over. I was genuinely surprised to see a bottle of my favourite body-wash on the table, as well as my usual deodorant. He had asked me a lot of questions about what I used and liked and I had merely answered them, thinking nothing of it at the time. That was before the text!
Master must have been planning this for a long time.
As Master sat on a wicker seat near the bath, he watched me bathe. He didn’t say a word but never took his eyes off me for a moment. Even though I couldn’t see his face I could feel his eyes on me, and I wished he would go away because I didn’t like being watched like that. He had said that I would only have privacy IF He allowed it. Obviously this was not a time that I was allowed privacy. I finished bathing and asked Master if I may get a towel to dry myself. He threw the towel he had used at me and told me to get on with it. Having to wash and dry myself with the things He had already used made me feel worthless, and it was then that I realised that was exactly what he had said would happen. I thought back to the car park and remembered His words ”....should you commit to this then you will have no privacy unless I say so, you will be no more than an object to me and I will use you as I see fit….”
Once I was dry, and had used my deodorant, I stood in front of Master in my submissive stance. I was feeling so tired already and it was probably no more than 2pm, 3pm at the latest. There were no clocks on the wall but Master had a watch on. So I wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on the time either. I guess that was to be expected as the only reason I was here was to please and serve Master. He would tell me when the time was up. Eventually Master spoke,
“You may remove your collar bitch. Place it in the closet with your clothes. You will need it for the return journey.”
“Yes Master” I hurried to obey Him and returned to my position.
“You are doing well girl, I am pleased. I knew you would make a good slave and so far you have. There have been a couple of small errors for which you were punished but generally I am proud of you.”
“Thank you Master” I blushed with obvious pleasure at the compliment.
“Now I am feeling hungry bitch, I will sit and relax in the living room whilst you prepare me a small meal. Make enough for you to eat also as you will need your strength. I would like sausage, bacon, fried egg, mushrooms, tomatoes and also some buttered bread on a side plate. Make enough for two people and tell me when you are ready to serve up my obedient little slave”
“Yes Master, I will come and tell you as soon as it is ready”
“Yes girl, you do that” and He walked away to sit and relax after His bath as I once again scurried off to the kitchen to do His bidding.
The kitchen was well stocked so either Master had already been there and prepared things so that I could serve Him, or He had left very specific instructions with the owners. After a little while, and a few painful spits of hot fat on my tits, the meal was ready. It smelled so good and my mouth was watering. I hurried in to Master and told Him it was ready and he rose majestically from his chair and walked into the kitchen.
“It smells very good slave. Now serve it onto two plates, but make sure I have plenty to eat before putting any on your plate.”
“Yes Master” and so I served up the items until Master was happy with them. I then put some food on my own plate although to be honest I wasn’t as hungry as I first thought, but I did still need something. Master instructed me to leave my plate on the kitchen side and carry his in to the dining room, and place it on the already laid table. I did as I was instructed and Master followed me in. Maybe I had to eat my food in the kitchen. After all, why should a slave be allowed to eat with her Master? I placed Master’s lunch on the table and stood back, assuming my submissive position once more. He motioned me to come to the wall which of course I did. Hanging from the wall was a long chain with a different collar on it; this one had many rings attached to it. Master put the collar round my neck and told me to kneel on all fours on the mat under it. At least it was a padded mat. Again, had this been planned so that there were the things I needed to be able to serve Him? I was guessing that I would have to be chained until He had eaten before I could have mine. Even if it was cold it would be food and I was getting hungry.
Master walked back towards the kitchen and I could hear him cutting something up. What was going on? He walked back in after a minute with a big dog bowl in one hand and a smaller one in the other. He placed them at the end of the mat and I saw, to my horror, that they contained water and my lunch which had been chopped up. Master must have seen my reaction because he landed a slap across my ass, making me jump.
“Is there a problem bitch?”
“Do I have to use these Master?” I asked, not sure if this was a test of some description.
“Of course bitch. How else would I feed my pet? It’s okay; they were bought just for you and haven’t been used before. Now get on with your meal”
I went to pick up a piece of bacon in my hand when I got another slap on my ass, this one really stinging as it connected, making me yelp.
“Eat like the animal you are bitch, with your mouth only. Stay on your hands and knees while you eat!”
I felt so embarrassed and as I ate through my meal, with my face deep in the bowl so that I could reach the food, I was aware of Master watching me. I felt so humiliated and small tears dropped silently from my eyes. I finished my food and tried to drink the water. The only way I could do it was to lap at it so I knelt there on all fours lapping at my water like a dog. When I lifted my head I heard Master laugh with genuine pleasure.
“Look at you my lovely bitch! Water dripping from your face and eating like a dog. How do you feel?”
“I feel embarrassed Master”
“You still haven’t quite got it have you cunt! You should only feel embarrassed if what you are doing is unacceptable. I want you to eat like an animal so it is acceptable, get over it bitch!”
I blushed beetroot and apologised profusely. Master just laughed again and noted that I was at least learning and that I would get better at it over the next few hours. He unhooked the chain from the wall and told me to stand. I obeyed as quickly as I could but my knees struggled. There was no helping hand this time so I pushed myself up to a standing position and took my stance. Master tugged on my chain and started to walk, creating a temporary imbalance which made me stagger slightly before I walked with Him. He took me to the bathroom and told me to have a wee. I had to admit that I did need one so I waited for Him to let go of the chain. When He didn’t I must have looked confused because Master said
“What are you waiting for cunt?
“I can’t reach the toilet Master. May I please be released from the chain?”
“No cunt, you may not”
“Please Master, how am I to reach the toilet?”
“You ask if you may use it cunt. For all you know I want you to pee in the bath”
“I’m sorry Master, I didn’t realise. Please may I use the toilet?”
“That’s better cunt, now I don’t expect to have to remind you of your manners again on this subject. If I do then I will punish you, do you understand?”
“Yes Master, I understand” It was starting to dawn on me just what I had agreed to. There was so much more depth to it than I had first thought but it was good all the same. It felt so natural and I was starting to wish, even after such a short time, that it was more than the 34 hours agreed to. I just needed to learn the rules. Obey Master and ask permission for everything, even going to the toilet or having an orgasm seemed to be the best way to approach things. Master walked closer to the toilet, still holding firmly onto the chain and I sat and peed in front of Him. Strangely it didn’t feel as unnatural as I thought it would. I dried myself and then used a washlet to make sure I was clean again.
He led me to the living room and sat me on what was effectively a body pillow, near to the fire. It was a gas fire sitting on the hearth and it seemed incongruous with its surroundings. It was obviously a nod to modern technology as making a real fire would be dirty and time consuming. The quaint touches around it made it fit in well enough. There was a beautiful carved wood mantelpiece surrounding it and a traditional tiled hearth. A brass companion set, albeit decorative, added charm and took me back to my childhood when a poker was used to stir the logs or coal and send myriad sparks flying up the chimney. Master reached for something on top of the mantelpiece and lifted down a fine pair of black leather cuffs with large, sturdy rings on them. He strapped them around my wrists and made sure they were firmly secure but not tight enough to stop my blood flow. Reaching up again He lifted down a heavy looking chain and passed it through a ring on the right cuff before threading it through a D ring about a foot off the floor and connecting the two ends with a heavy duty padlock. He slipped the key into a small box on the far end of the mantelpiece, leaving me naked and chained on the pillow, before sitting a few feet away.
“I need to catch up on a little work for a couple of hours cunt, so you will remain there where I can see you”
“Yes Master” I would have stayed there without the chain but it was as much the symbolism as the actual wearing of the chain. At least that was what I thought to start with. Master opened a beautiful writing bureau and I was astounded when I realised that there was a laptop inside it. He worked quietly for about half an hour, glancing across at me from time to time. Finally he got up from his chair and brought it over until it was next to my pillow. He removed his chinos and underwear and sat in the chair.
“Suck Master’s cock slave” and as I tried to move forward I realised that I couldn’t get close enough. The only way I could reach was to have my chained arm behind me, the chain fairly taut, and reach forward as far as I could with my body. I could barely reach even then, just the very tip of his teasingly close cock, so Master moved the chair about 8” closer to my hungry lips. I joyfully engulfed the length of it, licking and sucking with unbound enthusiasm. I felt it grow as I continued to give Master as much pleasure as I could. Suddenly He grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet, moving His chair as close to the pillow as He could, turning it through ninety degrees so that he was perpendicular to the pillow.
“Bend over the chair arm slave, and keep sucking my cock. Whatever happens do NOT stop, do you understand?”
“Yes Master” and I nodded my head vigorously. I leant over the ornate carved chair arm and slid my willing mouth over Master’s cock once more, holding the side of the chair with my left hand. To begin with He held my head tightly, gripping the hair at the back of it. He pushed my head down onto His cock and I started to control my breathing and gagging reflex as He pushed it further onto it. I realised suddenly that my lips were touching the very base of his cock. I had managed to get the whole thing in. I felt so proud of myself for being able to serve Master in that way. I wriggled my tongue around as best I could, being rewarded with a contented sound from His lips. After a minute or two He pulled my head upwards and off His cock. Surely that wasn’t it? I needed to please Him more.
“Please Master; please let me suck your cock more”
“Stay standing there bitch, and don’t move”
“Yes Master” and so he rose from the chair, His cock so hard and inviting, and walked again to the mantelpiece. He returned with a length of cord and threaded it through my left cuff, before tying it to the chair where my hand was holding it. He sat again and pulled my head back down over His cock and I slurped hungrily at it once more, and as I did I felt Master stroking my back and ass cheeks. All of a sudden His hand connected harshly with my ass, propelling me forward with the surprise so that I pushed down onto His cock with my mouth, yelping at the same time. Again, the sound of flesh on flesh as His hand spanked my ass cheek and as I yelped I felt Master’s cock twitch a little in my mouth.
“What do you say cunt?” Master demanded to know.
“Thank you Master, please may I have more?”
“That’s better cunt. Yes you may, lots more” and His hand came down again bringing a stinging that was both painful and delicious at the same time.
“Thank you Master, please may I have more?” Again and again He brought His hand down until each strike seemed to blend into the previous one. All the while I was sucking hungrily on Master’s cock, hardly aware of even doing it at times but I could feel it growing bigger with each cry I made. He stopped spanking me and felt my cunt which was sopping wet.
“You fucking slut! You enjoyed that didn’t you?”
“Yes Master, thank you Master” I replied, muffled through a mouthful of cock. He pushed two, then three and finally four fingers into my juicy wet cunt and started pushing them in and out vigorously. There was nowhere to move to escape His extreme attention. In front of me was His cock, to my right and left I was bound so that I couldn’t move and if I were to try to move backwards I would only push harder onto His fingers. So I stood there, bent over the chair, bound and impaled at both ends, racing towards an inevitable orgasm. As I got close I started begging to be allowed to cum.
“Please Master, please let me cum, I need to cum. Oh God! Please Master, I can’t hold on much longer”
“Just a little longer slave, you may not cum until I say you can, do you understand?”
“Yes Master!! Oh God I’m so close!” With His left hand Master held my head onto His cock as he started thrusting in and out of my mouth, while His right hand held me just on the brink of glorious orgasm. I was unable to move at all, being no more than an object for Master to play with. I could feel the waves of pre-orgasm building up and everything seemed to slow down. For a moment, or was it a lifetime, I was totally disconnected from my body, like drawing a deep breath.
“Ok slave, cum now! Cum for your Master”
“Thank you Master!!!” I almost screamed out over the thrusts of Master’s cock. Then I starting shaking and then bucking as though possessed as a mighty orgasm drove through my body in wave after wave. As the orgasm gripped my body Master brought His hand down hard on my ass, and I screamed out with the intensity of the pain and pleasure together and as I did so Master spurted hot cum into my mouth. I swallowed each spurt, licking greedily at Master’s cock as it continued to move in and out of my mouth, until finally depleted it slipped out of my mouth and rested on Master’s balls.
“Thank you Master” I slurred.
“You’re welcome slave. You did very well, and I am pleased. I’ll untie you now but you will remain chained at all times unless I require you not to be. Do you understand my lovely cum slut?”
“Yes Master” and so he untied me from the chair and let me sit on the pillow again. All I wanted to do was sleep but I knew that was unlikely. Still, He did have work to do and I may be able to grab an hour if I was lucky. It was a fair length of chain I was attached to the wall by so I would be able to lie down and still be more or less comfortable. I heard Master return the chair to its original place by the bureau but I soon realised that I was not going to be allowed to rest yet. Master walked first to a nearby drawer and then back to me. I was watching with interest but making sure I didn’t make uninvited eye contact. He had a cloth bag from which he pulled a sizeable plug. He put it on top of the mantelpiece and took out a slightly smaller pink plug. I realised with delight that it was my favourite plug so Master must have gone through my overnight bag at some point. Well he did say I would have no privacy. I belonged totally to him as did any and all belongings I may have brought with me.
“On your knees slut”
“Yes Master” I had hardly had chance to obey when he pushed the plug into my still sopping cunt, then pulled it out, commenting that it was well lubricated without the need for gel, then he pushed it into my ass which accepted it easily.
“Mmmmmmm maybe I will have to use the big plug later on, your ass has certainly become very accommodating today” and he laughed as I blushed crimson. He instructed me to close my eyes and lay on my back, legs wide open. He said that His work could wait a while as He wanted to continue using me. I lay as instructed and I could hear Him moving about the room. After a few minutes I heard the sound of an electrical plug being pushed into the wall socket. I was so curious but I knew I shouldn’t open my eyes. I listened carefully and when I thought Master was far enough away I opened one eye slightly to see what had been plugged in. That was a mistake! Master had indeed moved further away but he was watching me the whole time.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing cunt?”
“I’m sorry Master, I had something in my eye and when I tried to clear it my eye opened a little by accident. I didn’t do it on purpose Master, I promise” I was desperately trying to find something that may be acceptable but I knew I couldn’t lie to Master, He always knew if I tried.
“Don’t fucking lie to me bitch! Do you think I’m stupid or something?”
“N…n…no Master, I don’t think you’re stupid”
“So why did you lie to me then cunt?”
“I…I…I…I’m so sorry Master, I don’t know why I lied, and I think I was scared of the punishment” and I broke down in heavy sobs which made my whole body shake. Master was not impressed. He undid my chain and pulled me to my feet. I began begging him not to punish me
“Please, please Master, I’m so sorry, I was wrong to disobey you but please don’t punish me, please….” And my voice trailed off into uncontrollable sobs. He didn’t even acknowledge my words but turned me to face the wall before pulling my right arm above my head and feeding the chain through another ring, then my left cuff, and finally padlocking it to itself. So I was standing with my arms held in the high ring, naked and sobbing. Master had said that should I incur a punishment that it would be swift and harsh. It was certainly swift! He placed firstly a blindfold over my eyes and then a length of silk cloth to make quite sure I could see nothing.
“You will remain blindfolded for an hour cunt. When I tell you to close your eyes you will keep them closed until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master” I sobbed.
“Are you sure about that cunt?”
“Yes Master, I’m sure”
“I will not be disobeyed and I will not have my slave lying to me. This punishment will be nothing compared to what you will get if it happens again. For your sake I really do hope you understand”
“Yes Master, I do understand, I promise”
“I’m going to gag you now cunt, even though your cries won’t be able to be heard. I do still care about you and I don’t want you to bite through your tongue during the punishment. Now hold still. Remember you have your safe words which you can use if you need to. I am hoping that you are a good enough slave to take your punishment though. I am going to give you twenty hard falls of the cane, that’s ten for disobeying me and a further ten for lying to me”
As the cane hit me the first time I felt a searing pain and was glad of the bit gag. I screamed out and tried to twist away from the direction it had come. As I returned to the centre position I felt an even more searing pain. I screamed out again. The first two had been on my ass cheeks but the third hit me squarely across the back of my thighs. I jerked wildly as the tortuous pain engulfed my senses. There was still seventeen to go and I didn’t know if I could take them. By the time Master had given me just eight falls of the cane I could take no more.
“Orange Master, ORANGE!!!!” and to my relief I heard him put the cane down and he reached up and took my chain off, allowing me to slide down the wall and curl up in the foetal position on the pillow. He stroked my head before removing the gag.
“You’ve never used the word before girl, are you ok?”
“I don’t know Master” I sobbed deeply. I had never felt such pain before and it was more than I could take.
“Well at least you only used Orange. I would have been sad to finish now”
“I’m sorry Master. I have learned my lesson and I will not disobey you again and I will definitely not lie to you”
“I hope so girl. You will still be chained to the wall and be blindfolded for the hour that I said. You may rest for a while now. I want my poor baby to be ready for tomorrow; we have a lot to do.
“Yes Master”
Despite my ass cheeks hurting deeply I slipped into deep sleep. I wondered whether I should have used ‘Red’. Tomorrow would soon answer that question.
I was pulled from my sleep by Master’s voice calling me “Wake up slave, I require you to serve me now”
“Yes Master” I slurred, feeling like I had only slept a short while. As it turned out I had only had just over two hours. Master had said that I could rest for a while. I had misinterpreted His words as meaning all night. I pulled myself up through a foggy haze and went to rub my eyes. I discovered my hands had been chained behind me as I slept. I blinked a few times and was surprised when Master wiped my eyes gently with a warm flannel.
“I need you to be able to see, my poor sleepy slave” and He helped me to my feet, balancing me as my legs shook a little. I stood, realising that Master had also removed my blindfold. He was quite the stickler for time and so probably took it off after the hour. I knew from previous experience that it was not wise to have poor timekeeping. He turned me so that my back was to an ornate free-standing mirror and held up a handheld mirror for me to see my behind in.
“Look cunt! Look what you made me do?” I grimaced as I saw the bright red marks across my ass and thighs. They looked as angry as they felt and I felt ashamed for my disobedience that had caused them. “You only took eight out of twenty falls slave. Do you think that is acceptable?” I panicked, was He going to continue with the punishment?
“No Master. That is not acceptable” I admitted, choking back some tears.
“Are you crying cunt?”
“I’m trying not to Master”
“So will you disobey me again slave?”
“I will not disobey you again Master” I replied with a shaking voice.
“And will you ever lie to me again slut?”
“I will not lie to you again Master, I promise”
“Hmmm, we will see. Maybe I should complete the punishment now to make sure of it?”
“Please Master, please don’t do any more, I beg you. I have learned my lesson, I promise I have, I won’t disobey or lie to you again Master”
“Ok slave, I will put the other twelve falls ‘on hold’ for now. However, should you require reminding of your place again I will add the twelve to whatever punishment I choose to give you. Do you understand cunt?”
“Yes Master I understand” I replied meekly and very quietly.
“I can’t hear you cunt! Do you understand?”
“Yes Master” I almost shouted out.
“That’s better, now stand legs wide and head facing forward” I complied and stood as wide as I could. Master pushed my legs a bit further apart until my hips hurt but I stood still and didn’t complain. He pushed a small stool in front of me which had a handle attached to each side. It had obviously been made for a particular purpose, and Master released one of my cuffs from the chain, commanding me to lean forward and place my hands on the handles. I felt so vulnerable and open in that position but it didn’t bother me really. I was getting used to the feeling and actually starting to enjoy it. My heavy tits hung down and Master took a swipe at them, making them swing side to side for a moment. He passed the chain under the stool and reattached it to the other cuff. He made sure my hands were pulled tight onto the handles before adding a padlock to the chain.
I was aware of a need to pee but was this really a good time to ask? It was probably better to ask now than later, so I plucked up the courage,
“Master, I need to wee, please may I go to the toilet before you continue?”
“No bitch, you may go afterwards. It should be no longer than an hour”
“Please Master, I cannot hold it for an hour, please let me go for a wee” I entreated but He ignored me. Instead, He gently removed my pink plug and inserted the inflatable black one. I immediately felt the increase in pressure against my bladder and was horrified as He inflated it slightly also. There was no way I could last an hour!
Master went behind me and I felt something cool and hard nudging against my calves. Master instructed me to bring my legs back together for a moment. It was a relief as the position wasn’t easy to maintain. I was instructed to step back into what turned out to be like a long plant trough. Once in it I was instructed to stand with my legs wide again and I did as well as I could. I knew I wasn’t as wide as before but I was hoping Master wouldn’t notice. He spoke softly
“You can do better than that my cunt. Allow yourself to relax and open. There was a reason I placed you as I did. You were wide enough to touch both sides of the box so do it now”
“Yes Master” I hoped he didn’t hear the slight reluctance in my voice but he didn’t comment on it. I edged my legs a bit further and they soon touched the edges of the plastic box. It was uncomfortable in the extreme and I hoped I wouldn’t be kept in that position for too long. Even if I could manage it for a while, I would pay the next day! As I stood there, pendulous breasts hanging down and legs so widely spread, the partially inflated plug adding pressure to my bladder, I didn’t think it could get much harder. Master slipped a blindfold on me, assuring me that it would help my other senses to experience what was coming. I just hoped it wouldn’t take too long as I really needed to pee!
He squeezed at my tits, making sure the nipples were tweaked and pulled until hard as rock, then I felt the familiar coldness of the rubber covered clamps. These ones were weighted and heavier than normal. I yelped as Master put them on me and got my face slapped for it.
“Quiet cunt, I don’t want to hear any more sound from you until I say you can do so. Do you understand?” I almost spoke my answer but caught myself and so nodded my head. “Good slave, you really are learning, aren’t you?” I took the question to be rhetorical, it was safer that way.
Master moved around me and I wondered what he intended doing. I heard the sound of a lighter being used several times and started to worry. However it was something else that touched my skin and made me jump a little, but I kept quiet. Master was stroking an ice cube over my back and down to my ass. It tickled as it melted and ran down my skin. He pulled my ass cheeks open further with one hand and allowed the ice to drip there. The plug protected some of me but the sensation wasn’t unpleasant at that stage. Master continued to melt the ice onto my ass and let it run down where it wanted, and because of the angle I was at it reached my cunt lips and dripped off me into the trough below. The effect was to make me want to pee even more. I tried to take my mind off it as much as I could. Suddenly a hot searing pain hit my ass cheek as Master dripped hot wax on me. I instinctively cried out and after a pause (to put the candle down maybe?) He swiped me across the back of my thighs with his hand. It sent me forward and made the weighted clamps on my nipples swing wildly, creating a stinging pain. It took every ounce of effort I had not to cry out again.
Master resumed dripping wax on me and I soon realised that although it felt hot (very hot when dripped onto the cooled skin) it wasn’t actually burning me. So it was designed for the job, that was a relief. He continued alternating between hot and cold and after a while I couldn’t even tell which was which. The clamps were starting to hurt and I knew my nipples were being mercilessly stretched downwards. I heard Master place the candles and presumably ice bucket to one side and he started to gently stroke the insides of my thighs which were wet from the ice dripping and travelling along my skin. He brought his hand up and pushed two fingers inside me, feeling for that sponginess that gave away the location of my g spot. When he found it he applied pressure but nothing else. No movement, no rubbing, no stroking, and yet with just the pressure I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm starting to build.
With His other hand Master pumped the plug up just a little more. I didn’t know how much more I could take and the pressure on my bladder was becoming intolerable. I had never felt so full before but all I could think of was how much I absolutely needed to pee! I had to say something before I couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Master, please please let me go for a wee, I am going to burst”
“So burst then! I told you to be quiet didn’t I?” I couldn’t believe what he was saying. I clenched my muscles as tight as I could but that made the pressure on my g spot even worse. I didn’t know what else to do. Master then started gently stroking inside me and with His other hand He traced a meandering line over my ass cheeks and lower back. My legs started shaking with a combination of the wide spread, my need to wee and Master’s attention to both my inside and outside. My need to wee was soon joined by a similar sensation that I knew to be the prelude to an orgasm. As it built up I forgot about my bladder and rushed eagerly towards the orgasm. As it hit me I became aware of warmth spreading down my legs and realised with horror that I was actually weeing down them. I started to cry and Master spoke close to my ear,
“Why are you crying cunt?”
“B…b…because I have just done something really dirty Master” I sobbed, wishing the ground would open up under me.
“And why is weeing dirty bitch?”
“Because I did it in front of you Master and I wasn’t even on the loo” I broke down into uncontrollable sobs, so utterly humiliated and ashamed.
“I told you cunt, you will only have privacy if I decide you do. Your body is mine now and it doesn’t matter if you wee in front of me, does it?”
“N..n..n..no Master, it doesn’t” I replied through thick sobbing breaths. He had made the point quite clearly. He removed the blindfold and the plug and I looked at the trough with utter dismay as I could see the trails of urine on my legs and my feet standing in my own wee. The acrid smell made me even more embarrassed and suddenly something inside me kind of sighed and the things that had embarrassed me before didn’t seem to matter anymore. They could never be as bad as what I had just done and how I was feeling right at that moment in time. Why was I so worried about all the little things? I was suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of freedom, no longer shackled by my own petty limitations, and I started laughing. I couldn’t stop and my whole body shook with the uncontrollable laughter coming from it. I must have sounded demonic because Master just looked at me, and said nothing and then he started laughing too. It was surreal but everything seemed to click in place at that point and after a few minutes the laughter subsided and Master undid the chains and allowed me to stand up. He cupped my face gently and looked into my eyes, searching for the answer and when he realised that I had submitted on an altogether deeper level he smiled and spoke softly
“Who do you belong to?”
“I belong to you Master” I replied softly but with such heart that I surprised even myself.
“And what are you?”
“I am your slave, Master, and your cunt, your bitch, your slut, your girl and your baby, and I am proud to be all of those things Master”
“Good girl. Here are some flip flops, put them on to keep my floor clean. Take the trough and plugs and clean them and yourself up fully. I want to see you back in no more than half an hour, do you understand?”
“Yes Master, I understand” and with that I carried the unwieldy trough to the bathroom, came back for the plugs and went to clean them all, followed by jumping in the bath myself, cleaning that too after I had bathed myself completely clean. I walked back to Master who was sitting in one of the chairs, stood in front of him with my gaze on the floor and my hands behind my back in submission. I was naked as required but it didn’t bother me anymore. The tension had gone and I felt free.
I had cleaned the cuffs carefully and dried them as well as I could. I had placed them on the table near to where Master was sitting and after a few minutes He looked up from whatever He was doing and murmured His approval at both my stance and the return of the cuffs.
“How are you feeling cunt?”
“I feel very peaceful, thank you Master”
“Good, good, you have made quite a breakthrough you know”
“Thank you Master”
“I am going to reward you by having a takeaway delivered. What would you like girl?”
“Uuumm I like pizza Master” I wasn’t sure if He was being serious or not but He was, asking me what sort of pizza before picking up His phone and ordering in. I was very confused because I expected to have to cook an evening meal for Him. As soon as He had finished on the phone He told me we would have to wait an hour because of how far out we were. Then He motioned me to come closer to Him. He placed a cushion on the floor and told me to kneel. He took His cock out and I could see it was already hard. I didn’t take it automatically; I had learned that wasn’t acceptable so I waited.
“Don’t you want my cock, cunt?” Master asked as He moved it very close to my face.
“Yes I do Master”
“So why aren’t you doing anything with it then?”
“You haven’t given me permission Master” and although it was the truth I hoped that He wouldn’t see it as cheeky that I had said that.
“Well done bitch, you really are learning” and it sounded like He was smiling.
“Thank you Master”
“So you now have my permission. Show me how much of a cock slut you are!” I didn’t need telling twice so I enclosed my lips over the wonderfully purple head and began to gently move my head up and down, stopping only to lick at the underside of His erection, or to flick my tongue appreciatively over His tightening balls. I could hear the occasional satisfied sound coming from His lips and so I pushed my mouth onto His cock as far as I could manage. Master grabbed at my head and held it firmly as I felt His cock deep in my mouth. I felt so happy to be His slave and to give Him whatever he wanted. I was expecting Him to cum in my mouth and I prepared myself as much as I could. Being Master, He was not that predictable!
“Stand up slut!”
“Yes Master” and I scrabbled to my feet as quickly as I could.
“Turn round and lean forward, put your hands on your knees” I felt a small pang of disappointment but obeyed Master without hesitation. He reached out and pulled my ass cheeks open and gently caressed my hole but didn’t go any further. I pushed myself back a little because I wanted more and regretted it immediately. Master pushed me down onto my knees and pushed the back of my head down until my face was touching the floor.
“How dare you try to take more than I offer! Stay there and don’t move” My heart was thudding in my chest and I knew I had done wrong. I could hardly believe that I had done it. In the background I could hear Master moving a chair or something and I wondered what was going to happen. I was hoping it wasn’t the hairbrush again as my ass cheeks were really sore from my earlier punishments. I didn’t dare move as I knew that I had made a huge mistake after Master had been so kind to me. I heard him coming over to me and I tensed up, expecting the pain. However, He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to my feet, dragging me painfully across the room to what I recognised as a spanking table. I began telling Him how sorry I was but He wasn’t listening. He pushed me onto the knee pads and told me to lean on the top and put my hands forward. I obeyed at once, even though I was scared of what punishment he may have for me. He tied my wrists to the front bars and then added a rope around my waist so that I could not move at all. I had tears falling on the floor and I kept apologising,
“I’m sorry Master; I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry”
“I told you punishment would be swift cunt!”
“I’m sorry Master, really I am, please don’t use the hairbrush on me again, please Master” and I broke down into incoherent sobs.
“Mmmmm you know those tears make me hard slave, but I will not use the hairbrush this time”
“Thank you Master”
“Don’t thank me yet cunt! You will still be punished” and as I heard the familiar swish of Master’s cane my heart sank. I knew there was no point in begging any more as I could hear the tone in His voice and knew there was no avoiding the inevitable pain. “Count for me cunt. Six of the best, plus the twelve that were on hold, or had you forgotten that they were still waiting?”
“I had forgotten about them Master” I said with shaky voice.
“Well maybe that will teach you not to try to take any control? What do you say cunt?”
“I’m so sorry Master, I will not try to take any control again, I promise” and as Master placed a bit gag on me for the second time in the day, I tried to relax so that maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much. As each fall of the cane stung my already sore flesh I called out the number through teeth clenched tightly on the bit, and thanked Master. Eventually the ordeal was over and Master gently stroked my burning skin, the tender touch making my nerves jump. I was slumped over the spanking table, devoid of energy and hoping Master would release me from it. He removed the gag and showed me that He had a different idea though and stood in front of me, lifting my head a little so that once again His cock was by my lips. It was rigid and I thought that my caning and tears had obviously pleased Him. He stroked my cheeks with the tip of it but I did not react. I had learned my lesson. I was not to take what had not been given. Master laughed, it was a satisfied sound that showed he knew I had finally understood my lesson.
“I haven’t finished with you yet slave. Your bad behaviour stopped me from taking what I wanted. Now you have been properly punished I will still take what I want, do you understand cunt?”
“Yes Master” I said quietly.
“I said do you understand cunt!”
“Yes Master” I said clearly and loudly, “I understand”
He walked round behind me and again opened my ass cheeks up and caressed my hole. I didn’t dare move this time, not that I could have moved more than a centimetre anyway. Then I felt a chill on my skin as He spread lube on me, commenting that I probably wouldn’t need it anyway but He didn’t have the patience to mess around. I felt His hard cock nudge against my hole and felt a deep aching need inside. I wanted His cock inside me but he had never allowed me to have it before. Many times I had dreamed of it but finally it was going to happen. I relaxed my body as much as I could and Master pushed into my most private of places without any resistance. I had hoped that He would be gentle at first but instead He pushed in quickly and almost harshly. I let out a cry and Master grabbed my hair firmly,
“Ssshhhh no sound bitch, you are just fuckmeat at the moment and fuckmeat doesn’t make noise!” so I closed my mouth and took my mind to a different place, only to be yanked back by the feel of Master’s skin against my ass cheeks. It was so painful but with it came a feeling of pure joy as He pounded in and out of me. I felt so aroused and yet so used. What was it He had called me? Fuckmeat? Strangely I felt no irritation at having such a degrading name used for me, in fact I felt happy to be Master’s fuckmeat. He pounded in and out of me for what seemed an eternity before I heard His breath becoming a little ragged. My own body had started to build towards an orgasm but I didn’t have permission to come so I relaxed my body and with great difficulty I managed to stop it.
Master pulled on my hair as He pounded hard and with one last thrust I felt His hot cum shoot inside my ass. He pressed His hips against my ass and held the pressure for a few moments, giving tiny thrusts as each spurt left Him. I could feel His sweat dripping on my back and buttocks. The saltiness stung but it didn’t matter, I had done as I was told. When Master withdrew He slapped my ass cheek with His hand and when I gave a muffled cry he chuckled before walking away.
He returned about fifteen minutes later and released me. He smelled fresh and clean and I was aware of how sweaty I smelled. He stood me up and told me to get a shower. I thanked Him and dashed off to clean myself up. I was about ten minutes and that seemed to be alright as he was sitting once again at His bureau, typing on His laptop. He stopped as I stood before Him with legs open and hands behind my back.
“Turn around so I can see your ass cunt” and as I turned I heard a murmur of approval. At that point there was a knock on the front door. “Go answer it bitch, it will be the pizza”. I must have looked horrified because he spoke to me in a low but impatient voice “You have no right to be embarrassed anymore. You are mine and will do as you are told. Now answer the door and if it is the pizza delivery, ask him to come in a minute, and shut the door behind him. Do you understand me slave?”
“Yes Master, I do” so I rushed off naked, but at least clean, to answer the door. There was a youngish man standing there holding the pizza. He can’t have been more than twenty seven, maybe thirty at a push. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw me standing there without a stitch on. I asked him to step inside and wait and he seemed more than happy to. I rushed to Master to tell Him that it was the pizza delivery, and Master told me to bring the lad to Him for payment. I returned to the door and led the young man to the Master who paid him. I could see that the man was aroused by me standing there naked, as there was a huge bulge in his trousers. Master spoke to him
“Do you like what you see?”
“Definitely! I couldn’t believe what I saw when she opened the door like that”
“Do you normally get a tip for delivering out this far?”
“Yeah, sometimes. I would have to say that having a gorgeous naked woman answer the door is about the best one I’ve had though” and he licked his lips as he looked at me once again.
“Do you want a better tip?” asked Master, and I was beginning to not like where the conversation was going.
“Uuuummmm, like what?” the man asked, the bulge in his trousers becoming more obvious.
“Would you like my slave to thank you for its pizza with a blow job?”
“Oh my fucking god mate, do you mean it?”
“If you are clean and disease free, yes I mean it. I still have to look after my slave”
“Oh mate! Yeah, I got no diseases and I showered about two hours ago before I started my shift”
“Then you shall have it as thanks for delivering so far out. Slave, come here”
“Yes Master” I replied and obeyed without hesitation. The man was obviously stunned because he kept repeating the same thing over and over.
“Fucking hell, fucking hell, I can’t believe this” then my Master spoke softly to him
“Do not cum in her mouth though. That pleasure is mine only. Do I make myself clear?”
“Mate, you’re clear as day! Do you mind if I sit while she does it?” Master motioned him over to the opposite chair to His own and told me to take my cushion and kneel before him. As I did, the man spoke to me directly,
“You sure you’re okay with this? I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to or anything” and I knew Master was watching and listening carefully as I replied.
“Yes Sir, I am fine with it because my Master instructs me to do it. I obey my Master because I am His loyal slave and wish only to fulfil His commands” The man spoke to Master, and told Him how he had heard about people like this but thought it was a myth.
“It’s no myth and you are about to find that out. Do you wish my slave to remove your shorts and underwear, or do you wish to keep them on and just take your cock out?”
“Oh she can remove them mate, I don’t mind”
“Very well. Slave, you heard his wishes. Now get on with it”
“Yes Master”
Making sure I didn’t make eye contact with the man, I removed his clothing and looked at his swelling cock. I stroked it for a moment and started licking gently up the shaft. I used all the teasing techniques I knew and soon his cock was rock hard. I slipped my mouth softly over the glans and he moaned with pleasure. I stroked his balls as I sucked his cock and I felt them tightening up. I hopedthat he remembered he wasn’t to cum in my mouth. I took my mouth off him for a moment and licked long strokes up his shaft, much to his delight. After a few minutes he cried out at me,
“Suck it you dirty slut! Make me want to cum” so I took as much as I could into my mouth and started moving my head up and down. “Fuck me yes! That’s the way, don’t stop now” and a moment later he pulled his cock from my mouth and cum spurted all over my cheeks and chin. It dripped down and landed on my tits. He pumped his cock with his hand to create more cum which hit me in the face. I heard Master’s voice speaking to the man,
“She’s quite a good little cum slut whore don’t you think?”
“Oh mate, I couldn’t agree more. Wait until I tell my mates at work!”
“You won’t tell them anything!” Master said tersely. “If you do it will be denied. Now please get dressed and see yourself out”.
“Ok mate, keep your drawers on!” and then he turned to me and said softly “Thank you, you were fucking amazing” I replied with a simple ‘thank you Sir’ before Master sent me to get my face and tits cleaned.
When I returned, Master had been busy cutting up some pizza into bite sized pieces and placing them on a plate on the floor. My cushion had been moved to just in front of Master’s seat and He instructed me to get down on all fours to eat, as before. I saw no point in resisting so I got on all fours, thanked Master for my food, and when He told me I could eat I did so. I ate the lot, not realising how hungry I had become, and drank deeply from my water bowl.
Master told me to kneel as squarely as I could on all fours and he put his still warm plate on my back. I was careful not to react as He had food on it. A moment later I heard a can being opened and I remember thinking how I would love a cold fizzy drink myself. I had to be content with my water for now. Master then placed a really cold can on my lower back and continued to eat His pizza slowly. Once finished, He took His plate and my bowl into the kitchen. I was really confused because I should be doing that, not Master. When he returned he lifted His can from my back and I felt relieved that I would be able to move at last, but as always with Master it wasn’t that easy. Instead, He placed his bare feet across my lower back and relaxed, using me first as a table then as a footrest. I was starting to ache but didn’t move. He spoke to me,
“Did you enjoy your meal girl?”
“Yes thank you Master, I was quite hungry”
“So I can see. Are you tired slave?”
“A little Master, yes” I admitted, even though I felt ready to collapse given half a chance. Being tired and being exhausted were different and I was only a little tired but very exhausted.
“You’ve done well today slave and I am pleased with your progress. Think back to when I picked you up in Birmingham. Do you think you have changed since then?” It seemed like a lifetime ago since the car park and the memory seemed so distant and unreal. I thought before answering,
“Yes Master. I believe I have changed a lot. I am a different person to the one you picked up this morning. I believe I am now more respectful and obedient and am truly your slave now Master.”
“Good! I am pleased with how quickly you learn and adapt. This cottage belonged to my grandmother and when it became mine I started changing it in subtle ways so that it became my cottage dungeon. There is a lot more to it than you have already seen, be assured of that” and with that he removed His feet from my back and instructed me to stand up.
With a little trouble I managed to but my age and health were starting to affect me badly. I also felt the need to go to the toilet, and not for a wee! I asked Master if I could visit the toilet for a poo and he granted me permission. I was so relieved because I didn’t want to do that in front of Him. He told me to clean thoroughly afterwards, which I would have done anyway. He instructed me that I would douche in the morning. Once my visit was complete I returned to Master and knelt on the cushion in front of Him, legs wide and arms behind my back. He murmured approvingly and told me to follow Him upstairs. He led me into a grand bedroom with an amazing four poster bed in it. He instructed me to remove His clothing which I did and then He lay face down on the bed. I stood by the bed, hands behind me, waiting for His instructions.
“Climb onto the bed, slave, and give me a thorough body massage”
“Yes Master” and so I climbed up and started to massage His feet first and worked my way right up to His shoulders where I stroked and squeezed until I could feel no more knots. Master gave a contented sigh and without allowing me to get off, He turned over so that instead of straddling His back I was straddling His cock. I was surprised to see how hard it was and admired Master for His great stamina. He pulled me forward so that His cock was pushing into my belly. I began aching inside with that need for Him and I was surprised, considering how shattered I was. Yet I wanted to give myself to Him again. He pulled me up His body until my tits hung heavily down over his mouth and He took first one nipple, then the other in turn into His mouth, nipping and pulling on them until my cunt was wet. He guided me back down His body until my cunt lips lay on top of His hardened cock. He reached under me and opened my cunt lips so that they enveloped the shaft of His cock and then He started moving up and down, rubbing against my clit. It felt wonderful and I soon starting nearing orgasm.
“Please may I cum Master, I can’t hold on much longer”
“No you may not cum, if you do then I will punish you, simple as that”
“Yes Master” I knew it was going to be almost impossible but I took my thoughts away from my body although the delicious sensations still built up and became more insistent.
“Do you want to cum now slut?”
“Yes please Master, I do want to cum, please” and with that Master stopped moving altogether. I was devastated and frustrated all at once!
“Get off me cunt” and I obeyed even though I so wanted that orgasm that I was so close to for so long. I ached deep inside and reached down to touch my clit. When Master saw me he grabbed my hands, harshly holding them both above my head.
“Hands on head now slave! What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Do I have to punish you again?”
“I’m sorry Master, I have no excuse, I should not have tried to touch myself” and in that moment I realised there was no need and no place for excuses and I simply said “I deserve to be punished Master” and as I stood there with my hands on my head, my body aching for fulfilment, I resigned myself to the fact that I would be punished and it would be my own fault. Master was working to a plan and I would have spoiled it by touching myself. He made me kneel on the bed and attached my wrists to a chain at the top of one of the uprights poles. He pulled on the chain until I was as high and stretched as I could be whilst still kneeling. It was almost painful but I resigned myself to the fact that I had earned what was to come. Master positioned a free standing mirror in front of me so that I could see myself being punished. He would also be able to see my face as He meted out that punishment. In the mirror I saw Him pick up a flogger of sorts. It had a long handle and the tails looked leather. They had small knots in the ends of each strip for added pain. Master cracked the whip in the air a couple of times then brought it down on my already painful and punished ass. My back arched as it made contact and I cried out. Master leaned in close to my ear and spoke menacingly,
“Scream all you like cunt, no one can hear you. You will never know how close you came to receiving a special gift from me, because you spoiled it” and with that he brought the whip down again and again making me scream more than I had ever done before. By the end I was shaking and sweating and hardly had the strength to even sob any longer. Master undid the chains and I slumped into a heap on the bed. Why had I been so stupid? He dragged me off the bed like I was a pile of laundry and then over to the corner of the room where there was another padded mat on the floor. He pushed me onto it and attached one cuff to the wall chain. As he turned and walked away he said crossly,
“I no longer want you tonight. Sleep while you can cunt, you’re going to need it!” and with that my body gave way to sweet oblivion as I slipped into a deep sleep.
I don’t know how long I slept but it didn’t feel like I had slept at all. I was woken by Master shaking my shoulder firmly.
“Wake up girl, I need to bathe your cuts” Cuts? When did I get cut? Then I realised that when I had been whipped the night before, Master must have broken the skin a few times. I sat up, wincing as I did, and looked blearily around me. Bedroom? Oh yeah, that’s right. I had been really stupid! I had paid dearly for it too and I felt ashamed at letting Master down in that way. I should have known better.
“Stay lying down girl, on your stomach. This will sting a bit but it is my task to make sure you don’t get infected from these” and He dabbed at my skin with some sort of liquid. Initially it felt cold but then a heat starting spreading and the sting made me cry out in pain. After a few minutes the burning sting went numb and I could only feel comforting warmth.
The rest of the day was more worshipping Master and as each ‘exercise’ was completed successfully I became more easily compliant. I no longer did things that could be deemed as disobedient and Master was very pleased with my progress. I served Him in any way that he commanded and I found that I was more than willing. I just had a deep need to serve Him and I knew that would not change now. As the day wore on I began to wish I was back in the car, but on the way to the cottage rather than getting close to leaving it.
I realised, as I sat still chained to the wall as was Master’s wont, that I had an aching desire to life this life full time, forever. I must have looked pensive as Master had stopped His work for a moment and walked over to me. He cupped my chin in one hand and tilted my head back surprisingly gently. I automatically lowered my gaze so that I was looking at his lovely salt and pepper beard but when he spoke it was so softly,
“What are you thinking about girl?”
“It’s silly Master” I giggled a little, embarrassed by being caught out in my thoughts
“Tell me”
“I was just thinking how good this life is Master. It may be hard work, and carry painful consequences if not followed, but I have never been so happy”
“Look at me girl”
“Yes Master” and as I did I felt an overwhelming need to cry and the tears just flooded out, and I couldn’t stop them.
“Why the tears baby?”
“Because I don’t want to go home Master” I sobbed. He looked deep into my eyes and asked me if I really meant that. He could see that I did and He wrapped His arms so gently but firmly round me and told me that the cottage was actually His, inherited from a Great Aunt a year previously. He had spent the year doing it up and adding His own ‘personal touches’. He seemed to struggle to find words for a moment before He finally spoke
“Your slave contract only has just over an hour to run. I would like to make it a longer contract. Would you agree to doing that my lovely girl?”
“Yes Master, I would agree to that with joy in my heart”
“Very well, we will discuss it in a few days when you have had time to take in what you have just said as it will change your life completely”
“Thank you Master” and with that he unchained me and told me to get showered and dressed in my day clothes. As I was putting them back on I realised that it didn’t feel right. I didn’t want to get dressed. It was a quiet drive home and as He dropped me off I knew I would be going back to the cottage, and this time I would be slave for more than just a day.
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